[ Tim stays huddled against Jason's chest for most of the trip, holding on tight - it feels like Jason can hold him just fine, he's not worried about being dropped. He's worried about their surroundings. He keeps an eye on everything around them, pays as much attention as he can through the fog of pollen hazing his thoughts, and tries to memorise the route that Jason takes for later. Just in case he's the one who has to follow it when they're making their escape.
He's not leaving Jason behind, but he's ready to drag him out if he has to. He thinks. When he has a chance, when they're done with... wherever the kissing and grinding leads.
He makes a note of the white bones he can see littering the floor in places, peeking out from under the cover of leaves and dirt like a gruesome warning, a reminder that this place isn't safe, that it's one of Ivy's lairs at its heart, and humans are just things to be used for sex, servitude, or fertiliser. Possibly all three, depending on how uncharitable her mood is at the time. It's really a good thing that she's not here to oversee and direct the behaviour of her plants, or he and Jason would be in a lot more trouble - at least, he's pretty sure he would be, wearing his uniform and making himself a target, even though sometimes he thinks Ivy likes him - more than Batman, anyway, but then, that's not saying much.
He tenses up when Jason slows to let the overly-friendly vines trail over them, and he could swear the plants are rubbing against him with intent, at least for a few seconds - he definitely gets the sense that the bare skin of his face is being stroked. His uniform still covers the rest of him, thankfully, but even so, there's a few long moments when the plants seem interested in it, coiling over him... and over Jason, and it's not entirely reassuring to watch his face while it happens. It doesn't seem like he's worried about the plants, but the lack of reaction to them means that he's used to it, doesn't it? Which is worrying in its own way, on Jason's behalf more than anything.
Finally, finally they stop, and Tim lifts his head to look around the room fully. The eerie glow of the plants is slightly unsettling, the size of the flowers and leaves around them clearly unnatural, but the sound of water is soothing. The pollen is thick in the air here, he can tell, the heady scent filling his senses and making that restless heat continue to grow inside him, and part of him is just desperate to get back to touching Jason, kissing him, being touched by him - but he has to concentrate. Just - just for a little longer. Just focus a little longer, take in all the details, be careful. There are more of those vines, too many, and he wonders why Jason chose to make his lair - is this a lair? - in this spot. Maybe it's safer than anywhere else, with the other plants around, but it feels like it's deep within the complex. Too deep, too far from the exit, and with its own dangers. ]
Jason... where are we...? [ Just in case he's wrong about this being their final destination, or any kind of safe house within the ex-laboratory. He eyes the couch-sized flower as it unfurls, and it looks... soft, and tempting, somehow, even with quiet alarm bells going off in his head. ]
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He's not leaving Jason behind, but he's ready to drag him out if he has to. He thinks. When he has a chance, when they're done with... wherever the kissing and grinding leads.
He makes a note of the white bones he can see littering the floor in places, peeking out from under the cover of leaves and dirt like a gruesome warning, a reminder that this place isn't safe, that it's one of Ivy's lairs at its heart, and humans are just things to be used for sex, servitude, or fertiliser. Possibly all three, depending on how uncharitable her mood is at the time. It's really a good thing that she's not here to oversee and direct the behaviour of her plants, or he and Jason would be in a lot more trouble - at least, he's pretty sure he would be, wearing his uniform and making himself a target, even though sometimes he thinks Ivy likes him - more than Batman, anyway, but then, that's not saying much.
He tenses up when Jason slows to let the overly-friendly vines trail over them, and he could swear the plants are rubbing against him with intent, at least for a few seconds - he definitely gets the sense that the bare skin of his face is being stroked. His uniform still covers the rest of him, thankfully, but even so, there's a few long moments when the plants seem interested in it, coiling over him... and over Jason, and it's not entirely reassuring to watch his face while it happens. It doesn't seem like he's worried about the plants, but the lack of reaction to them means that he's used to it, doesn't it? Which is worrying in its own way, on Jason's behalf more than anything.
Finally, finally they stop, and Tim lifts his head to look around the room fully. The eerie glow of the plants is slightly unsettling, the size of the flowers and leaves around them clearly unnatural, but the sound of water is soothing. The pollen is thick in the air here, he can tell, the heady scent filling his senses and making that restless heat continue to grow inside him, and part of him is just desperate to get back to touching Jason, kissing him, being touched by him - but he has to concentrate. Just - just for a little longer. Just focus a little longer, take in all the details, be careful. There are more of those vines, too many, and he wonders why Jason chose to make his lair - is this a lair? - in this spot. Maybe it's safer than anywhere else, with the other plants around, but it feels like it's deep within the complex. Too deep, too far from the exit, and with its own dangers. ]
Jason... where are we...? [ Just in case he's wrong about this being their final destination, or any kind of safe house within the ex-laboratory. He eyes the couch-sized flower as it unfurls, and it looks... soft, and tempting, somehow, even with quiet alarm bells going off in his head. ]